and the tiny color behind
over a bench and dying
like an old day the present
over a stuck of paper
with letters and shapes
undone
always real and wet
appreciative of a slightly incoherent thought
Here in the nordic face of earth
the translation of kindness
difficult trip of breath over the conscious of this child.
by The Shortfellow
New York City
29/03/15
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